by K E Osborn
“Texas, Fin, you’re up,” Chains calls out as he walks with Phantom from the room. They both look completely drained after their visit with Prinie.
Texas turns to me. “If you want to wait here, I completely understand.”
I stand, taking his hand. “No. I want to see her. Tell her I’m here for her.”
Texas tightens his hand in mine, and we take off toward Prinie’s room. Prospect Blake stands out the front of the room, obviously a guard, and Texas bobs his head at him as we pass by. He came back into town with Shiver and Slick when they returned from racing. It’s good Shiver is here now because I think Neon is going to need her after Anna’s death.
We walk into the room. Zero and Koda rest on a sofa practically asleep while Wraith sits by Prinie’s bedside, holding onto her motionless hand. She’s lying in bed with a tube in her mouth and eyes closed, looking more peaceful than I expected.
Texas and I step to the side of the bed, and I reach out for Prinie’s hand squeezing it. “You’re so strong, Prinie. You’ve got this.”
Wraith slowly looks up at me, his eyes bloodshot and full of so much pain.
The sight making my heart beat a little faster. “Are there any updates on her condition?” I ask.
Wraith exhales. “She has signs of brain activity, which they said is a good thing… just that her body has been through so much, it needs to recover.”
Texas bobs his head. “She will. If there’s one thing we all know about Prinie, she’s as stubborn as all get-out. She won’t let this beat her. Not when she has so much to look forward to.”
Wraith manages a smile. “That’s my princess, so fucking stubborn. Even when I told her to hide, she still came out and tried to fight. Damn her. Will my woman ever learn?”
“She fought hard out there,” Texas tells him.
Wraith runs his finger along her cheek. “Now she has to fight a bigger fucking fight, probably the biggest she has ever fought.”
“How long do they think they will keep her in the induced coma?” I ask.
Wraith grimaces. “Until she starts improving. How long is a longhorn’s horn, you know?”
“And the baby?”
He rubs his hand through his hair, it’s already standing on end but he makes it worse. “I had a good chat with the NICU nurse. She said if he pulls through, he needs to stay there until he will have reached the full gestational period, so he’ll be in here for another fifteen weeks.”
“Jesus, brother.”
Wraith leans back in his chair letting out a heavy sigh. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do. I want to be here by Prinie’s side the entire time helping her fight, but I have this son, who is so fucking fragile and who needs me too. Not to mention my daughter back at the club. How the hell am I supposed to be in three places at once?”
Texas walks around to Wraith. “You let us help. One or more of us will always be with Prinie when you’re not here, so you can spend time with your kids. They’re important in this, Wraith. Sephy is not going to understand what’s happening, and that little boy in the NICU needs all the support from his father he can get. He only has you right now.”
“I can’t even name him, man. Jesus! The nurse asked me to give him a name, and I fucking can’t. It’s so early, Prinie and I hadn’t picked one. I can’t just take that choice from her... not like this.”
“So, we give him a nickname until Prinie wakes. Then, you choose something together,” I tell him.
He glances at me, his tension seeming to ease as he relaxes a little. “Yeah… yeah, that could work. Thanks, Fin.” He weakly smiles like he’s thinking of something. “That little kid has the heart of a lion. He’s fighting like hell in that ward to keep breathing, to keep his heart going.”
“He’s fierce like his parents,” I tell him, and Wraith nods his head.
“He’s my little lion cub.”
“So does something in that feel right for you to call him?” I ask.
“I think Cub is good, it makes this feel more real. Like he’s actually here.”
“He’s here, brother, your little Cub is here,” Texas tells him, slapping his back.
Wraith rolls his shoulders. “And I’m gonna be here every damn day, watching over them both.”
“Whatever you need. You know we all have your back.”
Zero shifts from the sofa. I hadn’t noticed he’d woken as he walks over to Texas and Wraith. “If you need to be here twenty-four-seven, you can. Don’t worry about the club. You worry about your family. About our family. The club will take care of Sephy and bring her in when you’re ready for her to visit Prinie, if that even needs to happen at all. Until then, I think it’s best she stays at the club with Thayleah.”
Wraith nods his head. “Yeah, Sephy won’t understand,. She’s too young. I don’t want to traumatize her with all this. I want to keep her away as long as I can.”
“I think that’s the best play. It’s fucking late, or early depending on how you look at it. You guys and the rest of the club should head back. It’s been a hell of a day, and we don’t know if there’s any more shit coming our way, especially now we’ve taken out Damir and Anna.”
Texas dips his chin. “Take care of your family. Your other family is only a phone call away if you need us.”
Zero grips Texas’ shoulder, then Texas walks over, grabbing my hand, and we head for the door. I peer over my shoulder as I walk out to see Wraith rest his head down on Prinie’s side. My stomach is in knots for everything he is enduring. No one should have to go through so much all at once.
We walk down the hall into the main waiting area. The entire room full to the brim with Houston and Chicago Defiance members. The sight seeming so damn strange—all these zombies and fairytale characters sitting in a waiting room, looking deflated and on a knife’s edge.
Texas walks us to the front of the waiting area and sends out a whistle gaining everyone’s attention. “Okay, listen up, Pres wants us all to head on home. Clean up and get some rest… we’re in for the long haul here with Prinie and the baby. We’re gonna need to take it in shifts to come to support our VP. Let’s go home so we can be here for Wraith as he needs us.”
Everyone nods.
Torque and Trax make their way over. “Chicago is all gonna stay across in the apartments tonight. Give you guys some time to be together. We still got some shit to carry out down here in town, but we will be out of your hair soon. We don’t wanna outstay our welcome. Especially now.”
“You guys are family. You’re always welcome. But the gesture is appreciated. Give us the day and come back in tomorrow for dinner. We should be all good by then.”
“You got it. And if you need us, gimmie a call. You hear me?” Torque states.
Texas dips his chin. “Thanks, Pres. Means a lot you’re still here with us.”
“That princess means a whole lot to us too. She was a part of our family as well, same as Koda. If they’re hurting, so are we.”
Texas exhales. “See you tomorrow for dinner.”
“You got it.” Torque signals to Chicago, and they all turn heading out of the waiting area, leaving Houston to follow.
I reach out grabbing Texas’ hand. “Let’s go home.”
“I like the sound of that.” We make our way to the mass congregation of bikes in the lot, and get ready to head back to the clubhouse.
Without Zero.
Without Koda.
Without Prinie.
And without little baby Cub.
Making our way back upstairs to my room, Texas holds my hand tightly as we walk in and close the door behind us. I let his hand go and step over to the bed, taking a seat. He starts pulling off his costume as I lean down to yank off these stupid leather boots that have my feet blistering.
“What a mess,” I murmur.
His shirt flies off and over to the laundry basket, followed by his zombie blood-stained jeans, and I grimace at the sight of real blood congealing on his bicep, right next to
the fake zombie blood. Standing, I walk over to him and turn my back. He instantly knows what I want and slides the zipper down of my Batwoman costume, the leather finally coming apart to let me breathe properly again. I pull myself free, letting the leather drop to the floor, then I turn back to face him, and we stand just staring at each other in our underwear.
“God, I hope Prinie pulls through this okay,” I mumble.
Texas moves in, his hand sliding up my arm to my bra strap. His finger edges it over my shoulder, and I follow the line of it with my eyes wondering what he’s doing. Then he unclips it letting it fall to the floor. “I don’t want to think about what happened today. I just want to be with you in the here and now, and forget.”
My hand comes up caressing his face, and I weakly smile. “Then let’s forget together.” I lean in pressing my lips to his.
His hands slide down as he shuffles out of his briefs, leaving himself completely naked. When he jokes about his cock being the size of Texas, he’s simply not joking. My clit is already throbbing with need as he moves closer, his eyes hooded while his fingers trace the edges of my panties. I love these panties, but the thought of him tearing them off me far outweighs the need for me to keep them.
His kiss deepens. The emotion and whirlwind of today is making us desperate, needy for each other—he’s taking what he wants, and I’m willing and eager to let him have it. The way he’s kissing me, with such strength, he’s commanding a hold over me.
One hand slides up my stomach to my breast, kneading it, pinching my nipple between his fingers. I moan into his mouth as the feelings overtake my body. His other hand slides in between my legs then inside my panties. His finger pushes against my clit. Texas circles, sliding up and down, getting me worked up for him, but the rumble against my mouth lets me know he feels just how ready I am.
My hips rock, needing the friction. The man has magical fingers, and I can’t seem to get enough of them or him. I moan into his mouth, my high coming ever closer. “That’s it, baby. Feel it all,” he says against my lips, then kisses me again. The tight confines of my panties push his hand closer to my pussy, cupping it, which makes warmth radiate through me. The feeling is almost overwhelming as he works me up with one hand on my breast, the other against my clit.
He pushes, circles, rotates, repeats.
My breaths become faster and faster. I need air, so I break the kiss. His lips leave mine, finding my neck. Texas’ teeth graze along my collarbone, nipping and sucking, and I gasp in delight. He really knows how to push me to the brink.
“God, Texas,” I whimper, being so hungry for him.
“Yes, baby, moan for me.” He groans against my ear, then bites hard on my earlobe at the same time he inserts two fingers inside me.
My head throws back in ecstasy as my fingers claw at his back, my nails digging in. His thumb slides against my clit while he sucks on my ear, his warm breath cascading down my neck. The sensation is enough to have my body lighting up like the Fourth of July.
In anticipation for what’s to come, the familiar tingle covers my skin. My clit throbs with every circle he makes while thrusting his fingers inside me. I explode in a wave of blissful torture, and I feel my body trying to pull his fingers deeper. My body clenches, tightening in ecstasy as it releases in a shuddering mess of pure pleasure.
“You’re so fucking hot when you come!” Texas wastes no time pulling his hand away from me, his fingers gripping the lacy material of my panties, shredding them with his brute force. I watch as he brings the tattered lace to his nose, then he inhales deeply and throws them to the floor. “I will never get enough of your scent. Do you know what you do to me? My cock wants in you so bad…”
I don’t answer. My legs are shaking, so he moves in, hoisting me up. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around him as he walks us toward the bathroom. Panting from the orgasm he’s just given me, I try to catch my breath as he places me down on the basin and spins, turning on the shower. The steam wafts through the room almost instantly, swarming around our naked bodies. My hair is already up in a messy bun, so I’m good to go as he scoops me up again, my legs wrapping around him again as we enter the shower. My arms loop around his neck for support, but feeling his hard cock pressed against me is making me all kinds of crazy.
The shower curtain drapes behind us when he presses me against the back wall, the hot water cascading along my skin. His gray body paint begins to run off him and down the drain as he leans in to kiss me. I need him so bad that I wriggle my hips, letting him know that I am ready. He doesn’t seem to want to wait either. He pulls back slightly, adjusting the position of his cock, then we both still for a moment, our eyes connecting. Slowly, he thrusts inside, stretching me and then delving deep.
We pant as he fills me to the hilt. “You feel so fucking good.” His body releases a shudder. Through gritted teeth, I hear him next to my ear. “Feel my cock, Fin. Fuck. Take it all. Take all of me!”
Energy surges through me. Being with Texas feels like a part of me has been missing for so long, and when we connect, it’s like I’m finally back in one solid piece.
Our eyes lock.
I see it register in his too.
Like he knows we’re finally in the right place.
We’re both home.
He begins to move, pulling back and thrusting again hard. His hand moves from my ass to pull my fingers away from his neck. Gripping my wrists, he pins them to the wall of the shower. “Let me control you, Fin.”
I bite down on my bottom lip, loving that even in a moment when I’m feeling the obvious connection between us, he still finds a way to be the dominant man in the bedroom. I’ve come to adore this part of him—the strong role he plays. It’s such a turn-on.
He’s a soft, kind-hearted guy in every other part of the day—maybe a little cocky—but when it comes to this—to sex—Texas is all man, alpha. I adore the way he makes love to me.
He thrusts harder again, pushing in deep, his lips coming down to bite the side of my neck. It sends a tingle to my pussy.
“Fuck, you feel so good. What are you doing to me, Fin? I need to be deeper. I want you to feel every fucking inch of me,” he murmurs against my neck.
Panting for air, I’m not able to reply as he grips my wrists and works me harder, diving deeper than ever before.
The pressure is building.
I relish the way his body moves with mine, the way our bodies rock together to get the best out of each other. He needs me as much as I need him.
“I’m going to show you how good it can be. Let me bring out the bad girl I know you are.” He pounds me against the wall higher and higher and higher.
“Yes,” I whimper as desire rises inside of me while I gasp for much-needed air. He’s taking everything from me and providing me with pleasure I so desperately crave, which now rolls through my entire body.
One of his hands keeps a hold of my wrists above my head, and the other slides in around my neck. I let out a gasp as my body ignites in adrenaline while his fingers squeeze just enough for it to make me pant. He pushes deep, hard, and at the same time as he rolls his hips in such a way that it has me seeing stars. “You’re a bad girl, Fin!” His deep gravelly voice moans against my ear as he squeezes a little tighter. He thrusts at just the right angle. My entire body quivers. I moan out his name, but it’s nearly unintelligible as my muscles tighten, my breath catches in my throat, and a wave of unimaginable pleasure rolls through me, knocking my whole existence off its axis. I pant heavily trying to calm my racing heart, but it does no good, everything about Texas has my heart pounding.
Texas lets out a low growl, and I know he’s close.
“I want to own you!” His cock jerks inside me, his muscles tense and suddenly he pulls himself out of me. My legs fall from around him as his cock empties all over my stomach.
“Fuuuck!” he pants out when he releases his grip on my wrists, and my fingers slide up and down his waist, needing to keep the connection. His hips make small t
hrusts as he empties completely.
I lean in pressing my lips to his. His hand sliding in pulling me to him under the stream of the hot water. My heart hammers in my chest as my fingers run up onto his bald head, just needing to touch him in a soothing way. His hands slide up and down my arms, his touch everything I need right now.
We slowly pull back from our kiss and simply stare at each other. He looks like a hot mess with half his face still smudged with Zombie makeup and the other half the Texas I’m madly falling for.
Today was catastrophic.
But knowing we get to come home to each other is the one saving grace.
You can’t take anything for granted.
And I know now more than ever, I can’t take Texas for granted.
Not anymore.
TEXAS
A Couple Days Later
The mood in the clubhouse the last couple of days has been somber. No one is saying much, everyone is keeping to themselves. We’re all maintaining our thoughts on our VP, his Old Lady, and their son who’s hanging in there.
Chains and Chills are dealing with Kobe after his operation. It seems like all the club is doing is spending time at the damn hospital. If that’s what we need to do, then that’s what we will fucking do. Luckily, baby Kobe is home now, though.
However, we can’t forget that the Triglav Clan came at us.
We beat them—barely.
We took out their leader, Damir, and his girl, Anna, which has left a hole the size of Houston in Neon’s heart. He hasn’t been the same since Anna died. I’ve never seen him so down. Shiver is doing everything she can to help her Old Man, but I guess when you’re in mourning, you just gotta let that shit ride its course.
With all the terrible lows that came out of the fundraiser, there were a few highs we need to celebrate. I made sure when Zero finally came back from the hospital, I found a spare second alone with him, and I made him all too aware of one of those wins.